I don’t know what first attracted me to this Japanese monster that hatched from an egg, all I know is that I’ve wanted him since the moment I saw him. My sister thinks I’m crazy, she told me he looks like a turd. To which I replied, “Yeah, a turd with teeth!” My sweeter-than-yours husband bought me an awesome Domo for V-day. I’ve started to fantasize about pictures of Domo trying to eat my dog, stealing the remote, or practicing his best Tim Gunn impersonation in the bathroom mirror. But I can only picture him talking in third person “This concerns Domo.” I guess that would work better as a short movie, rather than a picture. Either way, it’s still totally sweet.
I don’t know if I love my husband more for hearing me mention Domo, then buying him for me, or indulging me in my weird Domo fantasies. Whatever it is, I don’t care, because he’s Domoriffic.